I'd like to meet:
So you want to know a little more about me? Where do I begin?!
As a radiocentric lad, drowning in a pool of sticky pop-culture you take for granted, I find it hard to reason why I should even bother telling you.
Will you understand? Will you care?
Haha, of course not. I'm just one in a million, yet dozens in the billion. No one is like me; but I'm just like you; only ... better.
Don't believe me? Well, let me try to explain things a little better for you. Existentialism is just crier's escape of belonging. The odd is only a meager excuse for help. Pain and war and love and hunger and suffering! They're only words. Hype it up, spit it out, forget in a few years.
No one cares about the children except women with testicles. No one gave a fuck about McCarthyism except sheep with their hooves up their asses.
Rememberance is bliss, while ignorance is a disease.
I don't care about politically correct, self-reicheous, third party, brown nosing, self promoting, failure fearing mindless autometons.
Scared of failure? Well so am I. Get over it.
Scared of falling? Get off your high horse, so that I may look down on you from mine.
Bring me an apple! Send for my troops! ...War is so tired. Give it a rest.
Peace is an illusion. Find some balance and be better for it.
Enjoy a laugh! Have some humor! Enjoy the little things. They sure enjoy you.
Just stop worrying, I'll be alright. Time heals all wounds, unless you consider the passing of time a grave misfortune.
Been in love? You know what I mean.
Two dollars markup, six cents tax. So what?
Do you need your three dollar late?
Just ... grow up. Please, grow up so that I don't have to.
This horse grows weary. Perhaps I should step down. NEXT?!
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